Jim opened the door at Dallas’ knock, and the two men had a few seconds of silent and not-at-all-pleasant communication. Jim nodded slightly, and braced himself for what was almost certainly a shock of some kind.
“Kat.” Dallas was as implacable as ever. “How you doing, darlin’?”
She was on the sofa, her hands twisting over and over again. “OK, I guess. Worried about you being here, a bit.”
Dallas sat down. “Nothing to worry about yet.”
“Yet?” Jim echoed.
“Yeah. Yet.”
Kat swallowed hard. “So what’s going on?”
“I spent the whole day today looking into – him. Your friend Leanne was right… he travels a lot, and I followed his credit card and cell phone activity. In the past four years, he’s been to Wisconsin, Michigan, Alabama, Oklahoma, Kansas, Texas and Arizona. In that order.”
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